I have been graced with Omahaness for about 2 weeks now. Brandon Koch came to rock out with me in Denver, and rock out we did. The products of Brandon, me, a guitar, a keytar, and messed-uppedness can be heard at the bottom of this entry. Shortly following this weekend of wacky, T-Windle and his posse (his dad and sister) came to the tenacious DU and treated me to a delectable lunch. I had a cheeseburger, which is something I do not often do outside the glorious meat land that is Omaha. It tasted wonderful, I had finals the two following days (trimester, shut up), and then flew home. With my powers.
Those whom I have already seen include Bess, Chan, Massara, Woodford, Biere, my mother and my father. If you think you should be on this list, then tell me you are in town so we can rock it. I leave on Wednesday. And if we do see eachother, I expect pleasure. On my wiener.
Update to the blog-in-process, it is now Tuesday night and I leave in roughly 8 hours. The sadistic bitch in Kill Bill Vol. 1 just got fucked up.
with the songs, expect mess-ups. they are what make the songs golden.
enjoy.
Posted by Jmac and cheese at March 22, 2006 12:21 AMhahahaha this blow it song is pretty much the best thing i've ever heard.
Posted by: bryant at March 22, 2006 09:29 AMi love homaha. you really dont eat meat in denver? i guess there are probably lots of hippies. the keytar sound is real real catchy
Posted by: joel at March 22, 2006 08:09 PMI just blew it in the kitchen sink before I heard this song. I think that speaks volumes of the real relevence of that song.
Posted by: Rob at March 23, 2006 01:11 AM
